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Wet My Whistle feat. Sara Stokes
Royce Da 5'9"
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Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Baby wet my whistle
Boy you got me trippin'
You got me heein'
So won't you wet my whistle
Boy you drive me crazy
And I can't get enough
It's him, with the B to the double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the Rover or the Benz
You can hear it over and over again
As I get closer and closer again
Rollin' by the poles with the blow and the 'dro
In the blend with the soldier, grin
Rollin' by the sto' with the 4-0
Sittin' in my lap like Ice Cube way back when
But we too grown, so we roll by a ho in a two tone
Maybach Benz
(You ain't comin' from the hood)
Sell it to the streets
Nigga yellin' out to me, you sellin' that for cheap
You best to keep walkin', unless you would like to be offed
For less than the price of a coffin
Nigga where them dollars at, straighten up your face
I'm smellin' your aroma, you hatin' up the place
Before I start K'n up the place
This is what you fearin'
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Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Baby wet my whistle
Boy you got me trippin'
You got me heein'
So won't you wet my whistle
Boy you drive me crazy
And I can't get enough
It's him, with the B to the double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the Rover or the Benz
You can hear it over and over again
As I get closer and closer again
Soundin' like a plane on the landing strip
Wheels lookin' like fans on the whip
Back seat of my Benz, let's swing an episode
C'mon cheat on your man ma, he don't have to know
I got a room like the Real World confessional
Booth, I only allow true professionals
(Can we turn the camera off?) Uh uh, that's a no
(Can I put my shoes on your seat?) Uh uh, that's a no
I bring the light to your hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be lookin' good with me
You see that full clip, buy 'em like
He that hood rich nigga ridin' on that B.F. Goodrich tire
My status in the streets don't matter
When the haters come through like the static in the speakers
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
Baby wet my whistle
Boy you got me trippin'
You got me heein'
So won't you wet my whistle
Boy you drive me crazy
And I can't get enough
Niggas at the car wash lookin' (lookin')
Schemin' (schemin')
Tires gleamin' (gleamin')
Y'all stay mad
At the wood grain and the parquet dash
Stash in the deck, albums bangin' (bangin')
Off the fiberglass of the 'Vette (like boom)
While we hangin', doin' our thang and
Runnin' my main, it's a summer time thang
Boom, hahahaha, M-I-C
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
And I can't get enough
Boy you got me trippin'
Boy you got me heein'
And I can't get enough
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